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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexander River Hirsch
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Vivian was sitting on one of the oh soooo comfortable seats outside Hirsch's office, swinging her legs as she waited, when she heard him telling her to come in. Well, finally! The wait is over. Vivi took a deep breath and tried to contain her hyper-ness and excitement in eleven year old body. She was going inside Professor Hirsch's office! Oh Merlin! She turned the door knob open and peeked her head inside, then beamed at her DADA professor. "Hi, Professor, good morning," the blonde said and entered the room, closing the door behind her.

The Slytherin took a moment to bask in the beauty that was Professor Hirsch this office. What a pretty office, she thought. Definitely fit for a PRETTY professor, too. Also, very orange-y. Not something Vivi had expected... but now it seemed like orange became one of her favourite colours. MHM.

"I hope you're not busy, Professor, but I just needed some help with one tiiiiny thing," Vivi said with a nod to assure him that this visit was important, and defiiiiinitely not just for the sake of seeing his face, although that was another reason to be here anyways. Ahem. "I was wondering if..."



PAUSE.

What was THAT? Vivian squinted at the back of the office door. A very large poster of a laughing woman. A woman who wasn't HER. Ouch? Ouch! Her eleven year old heart was crumbling into tiny pieces. Hirsch, could you HEAR IT? "... Who's that?" Her blue eyes looking at the girl on the posted, blinking in disbelief.

Then she looked at her Professor. Vivi was clutching her toy dog on her right arm but then held it close to her, hugging it for some support. Yes, baby toy doggy, you need not see what was on that poster. Inner!wibble.

His eyes had just been gazing over the section about a new sea creature said to be lurking near the Pacific Ocean when the sound of a voice caught him off guard. He glanced up towards the door, taking note of the young girl that was standing there with a familiar stuffed toy!dog in her hands. "Good morning, Miss Fairfield," he said, smiling in her direction and placing the magazine down. He also sat up a little to give her his fullest attention. "I'm not busy. Please take a seat." And maybe she could continue with whatever it was she was about to say?

Or not.

His expression changed somewhat at that question and he glanced between her and the picture of Ariadne on the door. Er. Considering the girl's age, there was very little the man could say about who the laughing girl on the door was. After all, the last thing he wanted was for Howlers to come pouring in from concerned parents about him mentally scarring their little daughter with adult talks. There was only so much he could say.

Gulp.

This was hard.

"Well," he started, "She's a Quidditch player. She's the Seeker for Puddlemere United. We're very good friends and, for my birthday, she decided to prank me by plastering my office. This is her idea of a birthday present." An amused smile crossed his face and he even shook his head. Ariadne Grahn was something else.

"What was it you were saying?" Here's hoping this would distract her from what it is that he was saying.
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